So one day, a Magical Winged Creature found herself spinning slightly out of control in the Swirling Cosmos which, either accidentally, randomly or a bit of both, but quite fortuitously, flung her out like a pea from a pea shooter into the giant face of the Harbor Master of the Great Mystic Flow. Once both had regained their composure, the Magical Winged Creature convinced the Harbor Master of the Great Mystic Flow to create a Bright Calming Force that would stabilize the cacophonous and dissonant elements of the Great Mystic Flow, channel them into a harmonious configuration, sweep up the sparkling gold and silver flecks with shimmering brushes that would sift the stardust into hypnotic rhythms, dig grooves into the ether with shuffle beats, and you know, just make everything cool, groovy and totally good. The Harbor Master of the Great Mystic Flow was so very pleasantly surprised, but now had the problem of naming this Bright Calming Force. The Magical Winged Creature, without hesitation, said, “Why, of course, such a Bright Calming Force could only be called, ‘Andy’.”